Wednesday, March 18, 2009
procession of souls
It is the silence of the early morning that drives the day. It is the early morning time where we get things straight in our minds in preparation for our daily maneuvers on the big stage. Back stage we prepare and sing to ourselves the motivational tunes we love so much. In silence there is comfort. Think about it. If you work, you spend 8 to 10 hours in a 24 hour period doing things that need to be done even though you would much rather be doing something else. You sleep 3 to 8 hours a day. That's about 15 hours a day both doing something you would rather not be doing and sleeping. That leaaves about 9 hours to have a life. But these days our lives are infested with media influences from virtually every angle. Problem is, most of us believe all that crap even though most if not all of it is complete and utter bullshit. How sad we are to let media take us away from us. We no longer have choices in our own decision making processes because everything is itself processed and made elsewhere. The silence of the early morning is the one clear time in the day. After that life is one big fucking commercial. So sad to be here this way now. LLc 98.2
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